Poetry : A King's Poverty

13 years.

Mi Abuelos gracias por todo, AMA e APA.

once when I was a child. My grandfather pulled me aside. He told me to pick out whichever braclet I wanted. I picked his and mine favorite teams.

I was five then.

1 year later I fell asleep on the bus ride home, my grandfather picked me up and carried me home.

1 year later I was bullied (verbally)
Because of my gigantic head.
I cried to my grandmother, she let me have cookies and nisquik she brought from the store.

1 year later I was stabbed accidentally by someone's pencil, my face was scared which I still have on my cheek. My grandmother was the one too pick me up and take me home I was happy to spend the day with her.

1 year later I broke my finger. My grandfather was the only one who allowed me to continue playing while I was out

1 year later I was put into accelerated classes, my grandfather congratulated me with multiple balloons

1 year later I was made school president my grandmother congratulated me with saying how proud she was of me.

1 year later my grade continued to be excellent. My grandmother  continued to support me, and that was all I needed

1 year later I went Florida to compete in United youth football league, my grandfather told me how proud me he was.

1 year later I met a girl and fallen for her deeply. My grandmother said not to fall to deep, if you need to be catched well do so.

1 year later. She left. My grades fell. Drugs and alcohol took me over.
Scar tissue littered my body. My grandfather begged the old me to come back for grandmother and his sake. My grandmother cried herself to sleep with everyday I tried something new. As the baby she raised was killing himself everyday from heartbreak.

1 year later
He had an outburst.
Punching holes in his room he broke everything related to himself, from certificates, metals, ribbons, championships titles. He broke it all.
My grandparents never heard this story.

1 year later with my granparents I was ashamed of everything is did, I apologized for becoming such a bad person. This year was going to be my last year with them.
I wasted my last year with them forgetting who I was. My grandparents told me they where never as proud as they are right now. I prayed for those words to be said to me one more time. I cried for days, happiness for the first time in 3 years. Their last to him was happiness.

13 years ago my grandfather gave me braclets, that represented his favorite teams at the time.
These bracelets remind me of so much more then that. It may be teams to other people, they may be raggedy and old and worn out. But these braclets represents more then soccer teams.

My heart is etched on these, so are my grandparents. there love is with me wherever I go.

Now hundred of miles apart.
I can feel their hearts beating,
I can feel the love.
I can feel my family.
Who I wish was with me today.

Por Apa e Ama
Estoy contigo.
Siempre.
Te quiero, gracias.